H.O.P.E (hold on pain ends)
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Complete Fri, Jul 26, 201951m
why won't they believe me? they feel i don't know what i'm saying but i do, why don't they see that?
three murders, three culprits and one suspect...
i keep screaming who the culprits are but all fingers are pointing to me saying am the suspect, why? are my saying the truth or are their own words the truth? did i really kill both my mum and my baby brother?
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